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The air in the warehouse was taut with tension, apprehension palpable in the disposition of all present. Reid — flustered and frustrated — paced the floors of the warehouse, from wall to wall, his head tossed upwards, as if he was imploring some deity. Moss and Keeran, both still exhausted from the rigors of battle, sat on the ground, their backs against the wall. Other wolves sat on the ground, too, in various stages of injuries, nursing their wounds.

"Fuck!" Reid suddenly let out, punching the wall, his fist cracking going through it, mortar and dust sprinkling to the ground.

The noise from his punch gave everyone a start, and they fixed their eyes on him.

"We had everything planned out," he said again, his breath shallow. "Every single damn thing, and now this."

Keeran got on his feet, padded over to where Reid stood leaning against the wall and put his hand on his shoulder, squeezed gently.

"Be calm, Alpha. We did our best," he said. "There's no need to have regrets. We can always